| You had a heart of gold, you had a heart of stone
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| I had a heart attack
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| I pulled you in, you pushed me back
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| You’re not so innocent, you’re just a hypocrite
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| Now turn me on, let me loose
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| Blow me off, what’s your excuse?
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| And I’m not messing around
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| I want your autograph
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| I wanna touch you, yeah
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| And I’m not messing around, messing around
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| I want your autograph
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| Your bones are pliable, so undeniable
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| Cannot commit to words 'cause words are indescribable
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| And if I had my way, I’d eat you everyday
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| Now come a little closer
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| Listen to the words I have to say
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| And I’m not messing around
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| I want your autograph
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| I wanna touch you, yeah
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| And I’m not messing around, messing around
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| I want your autograph
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| And you’ll just screw with my soul
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| Your words they twist and fold
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| I need to learn to swallow them whole
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| Swallow them whole
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| I want your autograph
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| You can’t quite sleep in the middle of the night
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| You’re touching yourself
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| Woah-oh, woah-oh
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| And if you could see everything that I see
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| Oh, woah-oh
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| I can’t quite take this, I can’t quite break this
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| Oh, woah-oh
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| And you can’t quite take this, you can’t quite break this
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| Oh, woah-oh, woah-oh, yeah
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| I’m not messing around
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| I want your autograph
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| I wanna touch you well, touch you well, touch you, yeah
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| Not messing around
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| I want your autograph
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| And you’ll just screw with my soul
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| Your words they twist and fold
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| I need to learn to swallow them whole
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| Oh, I’ll swallow you whole
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| I want your autograph
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| Autograph |